Lyrics
Don't weep at all
All the tears possessed
By the clothing of angels
By the give away price of your birthright
You will never savor
The fruits of your labor
Back in the rain
A city reeks
A pride of pain
You are told to respect
The worst in this world
From the day you were born
You were always gonna be a time bomb
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
You say burn the rich
You say burn the rich
A bullet in the brain
They burn down any home you claim
But you will never savor
The fruits of your labor
These days the children
Are old before their time
So I know
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
You know your place
Ain't in the ditch
So burn, burn, burn
To the end of the day
All the tears possessed
By the clothing of angels
By the give away price of your birthright
You will never savor
The fruits of your labor
Back in the rain
A city reeks
A pride of pain
You are told to respect
The worst in this world
From the day you were born
You were always gonna be a time bomb
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
You say burn the rich
You say burn the rich
A bullet in the brain
They burn down any home you claim
But you will never savor
The fruits of your labor
These days the children
Are old before their time
So I know
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
What have I got to hide?
You know your place
Ain't in the ditch
So burn, burn, burn
To the end of the day
